18 Balls That Are Blue

KEITH'S lips curled slightly at the briefest moment, hinting a smile before it traveled across my jugular. There, he nipped and sucked until I was nothing but a squirming mess. His warm tongue licked the length of my neck before searing a hot open-mouthed kiss on my parted mouth.

Our teeth clashed against each other, fighting for dominance. He slanted his head to get better access which I willingly gave, submitting to him. His smooth tongue plundered inside and was gladly greeted with mine.

I groaned at the taste of him. Raw and masculine…

My hands, which were falling limply at my sides, sidled up and grabbed his shirt clad body. My fingers traced the contour of his torso. From his muscular chest that was pressed upon me, down to his rock hard abs, nails scratching him down to tease him.

His answering groan made my head spin and I felt even bolder. I could already feel my insides clenching at the thought of having him, inside me.

He released my mouth afterward just to nuzzle my left ear, biting the flesh just below, earning a strangled moan from me. His big hands clasped my waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the heat he was emitting, searing up the area he was holding.

"Are you wet for me, Kiska?" He rasped in my ear, licking the shell as he did so.

As an answer to his question, hot liquid dampened the outer lips of my vulva.

I was incredibly wet. Probably dripping on just the sight of him.

I was already aroused from looking at him a while ago, and if not for my tamed sanity and of his men surrounding us, I might have begged him to fvck me on the upholstery of his car.

Keith is like a walking wet dream. With that dark onyx eyes that gaze down at her with unfathomable lust, he could pass as her own dark fantasy. Bloody Hell! He already was!

In half-lidded eyes, I smiled at him playfully and trailed my fingers over the expanse of his heaving chest.

"Why don't you find it for yourself?" I purred.

He stared down at me, eyes dilated in desire and something else. Something like amusement…

My eyebrow spiked up at that, he was amused?

Then his eyes raked down my figure, lingering more time at my breasts, which were practically calling for his attention. My nipples were already hard and jutting at my silk blouse who merely hid nothing. His Adam's apple bobbed at the sight, mouth opening as he exhaled the air that was caught in his throat.

I was just looking at him, silently anticipating what he will do next.

He hunched down to trap one nipple between his teeth and sucked it before suddenly biting it. I yelled at the slight pain and pleasure. It traveled throughout my whole body and directed at my core, which unsurprisingly, grew wetter.

Oh hell…

I was panting, and so was he. He played it with his sinful tongue that rankled my sanity.

I gripped his tousled hair for dear life as I squirmed in his embrace, shamelessly grinding myself on his erection that was protruding on my stomach.

"Keith..." I moaned.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, I was more adamant to make him touch me in places where no man ever has been.

His dark onyx eyes darted at my face and held contact with my chocolate brown ones. Without breaking our heated gaze, his hands snaked around my waist before removing the remaining buttons on my blouse. Using his damned teeth…

My breath hitched at the sight of him biting the seams to tear the buttons off, still making that delicious eye contact with me.

He's seducing me and he's so fvcking good at it…

One button popped off and he moved to the next one. Then the next… and the next…

I was aware of the electricity that sizzled between us. The sexual tension was so palpable, I could feel it with my hands. My blouse was ridden off with buttons now and my upper body was already out in the open. His eyes were transfixed by the lump of flesh that is only held by red flimsy material, known as lace. It covered nothing at all and he knew that…

After drinking the sight of my almost naked torso, he reached out a hand to rip the shreds of the last fabric that hinders my aching breasts. The lace gave way from his hands and the two soft mounds bounced freely.

He groaned low from his throat and cupped one into his large warm hands. I closed my eyes at the contact, savoring the feeling of his warm touch against my skin.

He kneaded my breast like he was kneading dough, clearly liking the natural softness of it. With rough strokes, he tugs the hardened nub between his two fingers. Twisting it like he would with a button. I keeled over at his touch. If not for his strong arm that winded around my waist, I would be kissing the floor right now.

"Cup size honey..." He murmured in my ear.

My head was spinning from the pleasure, so I didn't notice that I was already sitting on his office table, or he was asking me questions. I was just aware of his body pressing to me and the heat he was emanating.

His two hands fondled my breasts and my head threw back when he put one inside his mouth. I'm forced to bracket my hands beside me for leverage so I wouldn't lie down completely.

"Cup size Wynter," He mumbled through a mouthful.

I looked down at him and my arousal escalated in degrees. I'm sure as hell that I'm dripping like a fvcking faucet.

"36 D-- sh.t!" I yelled out when he bit down again.

"Mmm..." He groaned after hearing this. Like he was pleased with the information.

He left my chest and trailed a path up to my neck, nipped and suckled my collarbone before dipping at the hollow beneath my throat.

A loud ring echoed around the room but we chose to ignore it, frenzied by our lust for each other. It died down after, but another freaking ring followed, and another…

"Fvck!" He muttered and reluctantly left my cradle to reach the wailing telephone.

"Hello?!" He snapped at the caller.

His demeanor darkening in hostility, probably because he got interrupted. My eyes caught the tent in his pants and smirked. Of course, he would be mad…

"The Mavericks? They agreed to the terms?" He uttered, more composed this time.

He suddenly looked interested in whatever sh-t the caller is saying and even sat down on the swivel chair just in front of the desk I was sitting, attentiveness in his eyes.

I frowned when I realized that he was going to prolong the call. Maybe it was really important, but to think that we were just involved in something sexual moments ago, and yet chose to spark conversation.

I got bewildered, and mad as fvck. After all, how many times have we been interrupted?

"Tell the boards about the news so we could come up with plans. What about the Dutch's?" He kept on blabbering, ignoring me again.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. There is no way I'm getting cast aside again like some kind of mojo. I won't let him get away with everything after turning me on like this. No effing way!

My body turned to face him. He was deep in conversation with that bastard, whoever they are, so he didn't saw me shagging my red silk blouse away. He only looked at me when I started moaning like crazy.

His brows were drawn in a tight line when he turned to shush me down. I would have laughed in his face when I saw how epic his expression was when he saw me fondling my own breast.

Yep, I'm getting frisky here baby…

His mouth gaped open as he watched me touch myself. He then cleared his throat to answer the caller he's been talking with.

His eyes glared daggers at me as if giving me a warning but I just gave him a lopsided smile and dropped my heels on the ground.

"Tell Antonio to specify, that on the contract we're giving to the Dutch's..." He stilled when he felt the tip of my foot trailed over the length of his spread legs.

Teasing him, back and forth, again and again until my foot almost touched the apex of his thighs. Which - surprise, surprise! - a hard bulge was straining.

Still sporting the naughtiest smile I had ever conjured, I brushed my foot lightly over that bulge, just merely a whisper. As if it's possible, his length hardened even more to the point that it looked painful.

"Include everything they want, I don't fvcking care about consequences..." He uttered in gritted teeth as he stifled a moan.

I bit my lower lip as I watched him with hooded eyes, seemingly getting aroused by making him suffer. I brushed my foot again, rubbing him through his pants. I saw him closing his eyes in rapture.

He groaned low as if in pain and I smiled again.

Ha! That's what you get for ignoring me…

I moved my foot around his erection, rubbing him harder until it pulsed under my touch. I could feel myself quivering in pleasure at what we are doing.

Damn, I am getting more aroused.

"I'll call you later." He hissed then tossed his phone away.

Looking predatory, he lunged at me and carried me to the nearest wall.